Meadowlark was one of my first posts, number 6, posted on I’m reposting it today, in response to the daily prompt of Trill“>Trill.
I do love the trill of the meadowlark, and now, in cold and snowy January, its missing. I run the same trails, but with a much different soundtrack, the squeak of snow and the crunch of ice under my shoes. Birdsong is limited. I mostly hear the geese who winter over on nearby Harper Lake honking overhead from time to time. The photo just below shows the trail two days ago, I’m hoping its less snowy today. I’m appreciating the contrast between a July and a January day. Each has its virtues, and I am eagerly awaiting the return of the meadowlarks.
The song of the western meadowlark is a quintessential icon of summer for me. Mornings as a child, it was a part of the soundtrack, and now, when I’m outside, hearing it again brings a smile. I relax and remember that the day is full of possibilities. Here’s the song, taken from the Audubon Society’s website:
One more January update: after the first version of this went up, a friend who sees this on facebook noted that she and her husband were walking last week a few miles east of me and they saw and heard “two very confused meadowlarks”! Thanks, Nancy!
I just started my first blog, curioussteph.com, exploring both inner and outer curiosities. By day, I'm a retired family physician turned body-oriented psychotherapist. I garden, travel, am owned by 2 elderly cats, figure skate and am training for my first triathlon.
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